Supermanic Soul

Well I just shot a man to death I've got a bullet out of my head He fired back and I can't stop A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear and the color red Had him with a 2 inch shell Well it's a brutal smell of death Saw my reflection in a spoon. I had it with my not approved excuse I've got a supermanic soul I've pulled the trigger in the record room I've put a stop to his loonytoons I've put him down in the record room These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this Dead! These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this